This is a bila mpangilio story I made up about 10 sekunde ago. Enjoy!

"Come on, Edward. It wouldn't hurt to get a puppy!" I pleaded with him. But I only got a roll of the eyes for an answer.
"Bella. We have been over this a thousand. No, close to a million times. No pets." I stared at him, and then tried a different approch.
"You alisema wewe would do anything to make me happy. A puppy will make me happy."
"No, Bella."
"Please!" I whined.
"For the last time, no. Case closed."
Great. Now I had to play the break-up card.
"If wewe don't let me get a puppy, I...will smack the crap out of you, and then leave. For good." I knew smacking wouldn't do any harm, but it was worth a shot.
"Bella." He said, shock in his voice.
"Before you, my life was a-"
"Moonless night. Then I shot across your sky, and wewe were dazed kwa me. Then when wewe left, your eyes were blinded my me. Yada, yada, yada. Cut the crap, Edward." He stared at me, shocked. He then leaned toward me.
"If wewe will promise to stay with me, I will get wewe a puppy. Okay?" His cool breath tickled my neck.
"'Kay. wewe have a deal. Can I ask wewe a favor?"
"What?"
But instead of giving him an explination, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. He seemed into it for about 20 seconds, and then he turned to stone under my touch.
"How about wewe get that puppy wewe wanted." He murmured.
"Okay." I alisema breathlessly. Time for plan A.

* * *
"Jake! wewe can come out now!" I shouted. He came up with this plan, and I sure as hell hoped it worked. Jake's russet brown body slid out of the trees, and he whined.
"Remember. This was your idea to be part of the family. So, wewe are going to do it, au else."
He cocked his head to the side.
"I will never come down to La Push, and I will never, ever, talk to wewe again. Got it?" I asked. He walked up to me, and put his large head in my hand.
"Now, we just need a leash, and we will be covered." I whispered.
We got the leash, and Jacob looked quite unhappy in human form with a leash around his neck.
"Bella. I look like a freaking idiot."
"Then go back in wolfie form." I teased. He stared at me.
"Bella, being your pet dog is going to be the best ever. But don't call me "wolfie." Makes me sound stupid."
"You are stupid." I muttered under my breath.
We were standing in front of my house now, and I poked Jake.
"Ok. Take off the leash, then phase. Then, I will put the leash pack on for you, since wewe don't have opposable thumbs. Got it?" I asked. He yanked the leash off of his neck, and stomped off toward the trees. He then trotted out in mbwa mwitu form.
"I hope this works." I alisema as I put the leash on his neck. I yanked it into palce, and pulled him along.

* * *
"Bella! Why the heck is Jacob on a leash?!" Edward yelled.
"This isn't Jacob. It's a Saint Bernard." I argued.
Like I thought, Edward was furious.
"I alisema I would get wewe a dog." He hissed. Not a werewolf." Jacob snarled at Edward.
"But Jacob is a dog." I protested.
"A mutant dog that is taller than a horse and really needs a haircut." He muttered. Jacob skittrerd outside, and came back in, but in human form.
"Number one. I do not need a haircut. Number two. I am only about 7 inches taller than a horse. Number three, I am not a mutant!" Jacob yelled.
"Bella." Edward sighed my name. I turned my head in his direction.
"Why couldn't wewe have just gotten a chihuahua?"